The Sylvan Song

It's in the blooming of an orchid
It's in a baby when she talks
It's in the sugar of a maple
And in the silence of a hawk

It's in your mother and your father
It's in a stone, rolling, down
It's in the wind chill factor falling
In an Oklahoma town

And it's in your angry neighbor
It's in the digging of a shrew
It's in the belly of the Buddha
And I can see it in you

And I can see it in you

[Instrumental]

It's in the color forms of fire
It's in the marmot and it's call
It's the conduct of copper
And in the light it brings us all

It's in the wood that Jesus carried
It's in the wood that Buddha chopped
It's in a single cell dividing
Producing this year's crops

And it's in my rolling fingers
In a sylvan canoe
It's in the belly of the earth
It's in the belly of the earth
It's in the belly of the earth

And I can see it in you
And I can see it in you